Chapter 089 Qiao Man sat back down on the sofa at home. For once, he was rather fidgety, squirming around on the cushions. His small body pressed tightly against Lu Jianxing, but his dark, round, bright eyes remained fixed on the elderly man sitting opposite them. The man's hair was whiter than when they had last met, and he looked much older, but no matter how Qiao Man looked at him, this was indeed the master who had raised Xiao Man. At this thought, Qiao Man hugged the large biscuit tin in…